“Oh?”
“And this?”
Ye Fan smiled and undoubtedly felt strange at once, and his brows immediately furrowed.
The identity of Chu Yuan had actually been something Ye Fan had been curious about.
It was reasonable to say that Chu Yuan should have fallen long ago.
However, there was no telling what kind of creature had borrowed the corpse and froze to manipulate Chu Yuan’s body, stirring up the whole world.
This time, one of Ye Fan’s purposes in going back to Chu Mun Mountain was to find out the reason for it.
Now, hearing the War God’s words, Chu Yuan’s corpse had withered and decayed overnight, which undoubtedly made Ye Fan feel even more strange.
“What about the corpse?”
“Is it still there?”
Ye Fan was ready to go over and take a look.
“Nnnn, Dragon Master, we haven’t even moved, it’s still there.”
Gaia said back to them.
“Good, take me there.”
“God of War, stay here for a while to recover from your injuries.”
“If there’s anything you need, just give Yuyan a direct word.”
Ye Yuyan was also a member of the army and knew Ye Qingtian, so Ye Fan arranged for Ye Yuyan to take care of Ye Qingtian for a few days first.
However, just as Ye Fan was about to leave, the God of War suddenly called out to him, “That, Ye Fan, there are a few words that I know whether to say or not.”
Ye Qingtian revealed a difficult look, wanting to say something but then stopping.
Ye Fan smiled and said frankly, “War God just say what you have to say, we have known each other for so long, what else is there to say that you are embarra*sed to say?”
“It’s about, the Sword Saint and the Fist King.” The God of War hesitated for a moment before finally speaking out.
“I know that the Martial God Hall is ashamed of you, and the Sword Sage and the Fist King have done a lot of muddled things in the past.”
“However, I still hope that you can spare them.”
“The two of them, they may be pedantic, they may be confused, but they are still meritorious to the martial dao of Yanxia.”
“Ye Fan, I hope that you can spare their lives for the sake of the Yanxia Martial Dao and for the sake of the greater good of the nation.”
“Count me in, please.”
Ye Qingtian’s words carried a plea.
He knew that he was in no position to plead for the Fighter and the others.
After all, it was not fair to Ye Fan.
It was Ye Fan who was hurt by the Fist Emperor and the others, they had done too much wrong, and from Ye Fan’s point of view, the two of them, indeed, deserved to die.
However, it was not as if Ye Keqin could not stop saying these things.
After all, they were comrades who had fought side by side for many years, the Sword Saint, the Fist King, and Tang Hao, who had also dedicated their lives to this country, to such a nation.
This love, he must ask for.
“God of War, how can you ask for mercy for both of them?”
“Don’t you know that a large part of the reason our Dragon Lord died outside the gates of the country back then was due to those two old dogs!”
“And now the justice of heaven is clear, retribution is not.”
“They are to blame for all of this! They deserve to pay the price for what they did back then!”
“They must die!”
“And don’t you dare talk to our Dragon Master about the greater good!” “How much has our Dragon Master suffered all these years because of the so-called greater good that you talk about?”‘
“Three years ago, when the Chu Sect united the strongest of the nations to surround the Dragon Lord, those two, the Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor, also chose to sacrifice our Dragon Lord’s life because of the so-called greater good!”
“Now, you are asking our Dragon Lord, because of this so-called greater good, to spare those two old things?”
Before Ye Fan could say anything, Li Er, who was on the side, said with righteous indignation.
Back then, Li Er was the one who had personally experienced the battle in the East Sea.
He had witnessed with his own eyes the desperation of the Yanxia martial dao, and had even seen with his own eyes how Mr. Chu’s heart was like death.
Such a proud man was driven to the point of committing suicide with a sword.
One could imagine how devastating the events of that year had been to Ye Fan.
Now, their Dragon Lord had put in far more effort and hardship than ordinary people to reach the heights he had today, with the power to take revenge.
Now, he was asked to give up taking revenge on his enemies back then because of the so-called greater good.
Even Li Er felt that he had done Ye Fan an injustice.
Faced with Li Er’s accusation, Ye Qingtian did not say anything, clearly aware of his own guilt.
After all, Li Er was right.
The Fist King and the Sword Saint were the accomplices who had once forced Ye Fan to death.
It could be said that there was a life-and-death feud with Ye Fan.
Even Ye Qingtian felt that the request he had made was a little excessive.
However, there was no way out, he had to mention it.
For both public and private reasons, Ye Qingtian wanted to save the lives of both the Sword Saint and the Fist King.
“Ye Fan, the two of them, they have been taught a lesson that is hard enough.”
“If you are not relieved, you can scrap their cultivation.”
“I only beg you to let them both live.”
“They have fought for this country all their lives, so give them a chance to live in peace.”
Ye Qingtian was still pleading.
But Ye Fan didn’t say anything, he just turned and left.
A few minutes later, two old men, dying of breath, were thrown out of the dungeon by Gaia and the others.
“Old things, kneel down!”
Gaia cursed, and with one foot, he kicked the two men to Ye Fan’s feet like a dog.
Yes, these two people, no other than the Fist Emperor and the Sword Saint, who officially reigned over Yanxia and ruled the Martial God Hall for decades, were two of the Pillar Kingdom God Generals of Yanxia.
After the Great War on Genting Mountain, Gaia and the others had imprisoned the Sword Saint and Fist King, who were still alive, as war criminals.
The fact that the Martial God Temple had been making things difficult for Ye Fan before was well known.
If it wasn’t for Xu Lei’s persuasion, Gaia would have cut down the two Sword Saints with a single sword.
The two men were lying on the ground, their heads in disarray, the pain from their physical injuries tormenting their nerves.
But what pained them more than the physical was the mental humiliation.
Thinking about the two of them, what a sight they had once been?
They were at the helm of Yanxia and were made divine generals of the Pillar State.
They were above millions of people.
How many people worship them as gods.
But what about today?
Tang Hao died in battle, the Martial God Hall was destroyed, and the Yanxia Martial Dao Holy Land was swept away by the Chu Sect.
Now they are on their last legs, prisoners of the law, and in fear like dogs in a house.
Sometimes, heaven and hell are just a thought away.
More than once, the Sword Saint and the Fist King wondered if they had chosen to stand with Ye Fan and fight against the Chu Sect, would they have ended up in the same situation today?
Would Tang Hao still be dead?
Would the Martial God Hall still be destroyed?
And will they both still fall from the altar?
But history has no ifs.
Now they can only accept the finality of the situation, even if they regret it in their hearts.
The two men were lying on the ground, and before them was a slim figure standing proudly.
Ye Fan’s face was expressionless and his eyebrows were like ice.
He stood tall and looked down at the two men before him, his low, majestic voice sounding like a thunderclap.
“Fist Emperor, Sword Saint, back then, when the two of you were outside the gates of the country, when you joined forces with the Chu Sect to force me to kill myself, did you ever think about the end of today?”
Ye Fan’s words could be described as heartbreaking.
The Fist Emperor and Sword Saint both lowered their heads and their old faces turned red, but they were speechless.
Now they had lost all their dignity and their careers had been destroyed.
The man who had offended them in the past was now standing in front of them seeking revenge.
The Fist Emperor and the Sword Saint both knew to themselves that whether Chu Yuan or Ye Fan won the battle on Cloud Top Mountain earlier, there was no way for either of them to live.
“Move… Move.”
“Die… Death at the hands of your own… countryman’s hands, too… It is also better than dying at the hands of a foreigner… Much better.”
“After we die, this… This Yanxia Martial Dao will be handed over to you, Chu Tianfan.”
The Sword Saint’s trembling and weak voice slowly rang out.
And then, together with the Fist Emperor, he drew his neck and went to his death openly!